Little India

We got into Singapore at about half-five local time. Mike reliablly informed me that it is regualarly voted as the best airport in the world and it was clear to see why. Chewing gum is a illegal in Singapore, which is one of the reasons why the airport was amazing. We hopped onto a rather lengthｙ train and then found our hostel; Fernloft. Walking into the lobby was like hitting the wall of an igloo. Despite arriving at 6 in the evening, it was still 33 degrees, so AC was essential.

We headed out as soon as we could and tried to embrace the local culture. Apparently all the locals have Sunday off, so we were told it might be a bit manic. That was something of an understatement! The whole area was a market stall, with hundreds of people bustling around, haggling for the cheapest international sim card. After getting our feet, we managed to find a bar which was showing the all important Chelsea game and we had some black bean chicken with rice for $2. The great value wasn't repeated for drinks, Tiger lager was $5.50 a bottle，however it was served ice cold, so you can't complain. Later on, the bar had a power cut which resulted in utter confusion for the locals; none of them seemed to know what an AV button was on a remote. We then decided to dawdle home. Tomorrow...the zoo!